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“STAR MAGAZINE INCORPORATED”
I am now standing in front of the company I always dreamt of joining. This 40-story building, owned by the one and only, MR. HARRY MOON, a very famous multi-billionaire in this generation because of his intelligence and ruthlessness in the business industry. And because of his good looks, he has become the most eligible bachelor available today.
At the age of twenty-eight, he already owns his own company. Star Magazine Incorporated is now one of his famous businesses. SMI is a Men's Magazine that showcases undergarments, lingerie, and swimsuits.
Before I forget, I am Ashtrella Rodriguez, but they called me Ashley. I am twenty-three years old, with a degree in Mass Communication. I came to SMI for an interview as Editor-in-Chief. You read it correctly... Editor-in-Chief. I graduated college with flying colors at the age of eighteen, and I already have a ton of experience under my belt. I've been working as an Editor-in-Chief in my previous company, but I wanted to get this job because it's been my dream. He... is my dream.
Ever since high school, I have dreamt of being with him, and now I am closer to my goal. I will make sure that he will fall for me this time. “Harry Moon, you are mine.” (evil grin)
“Uhmm... Miss... Hello?!” I was brought back to reality when the guard called my attention. Or should I say yelled at me?
“Can you minimize your voice a little? My eardrums almost broke. I'm not deaf, you know?” I scratched my ears because the level of tone he used on me was too loud.
“I'm sorry, I've been talking to you for a while, and you were not paying any attention." The guard fixed his uniform. "As I was saying, I was asking why are you here? What is your purpose in being here today? But you did not even bother answering my question... And you were daydreaming. I even caught you laughing at yourself like crazy..." He twisted his lips and put his fingers on his chin. "You know what? If you were not wearing decent clothes and if you were not beautiful, I would think that you are crazy.”
I scoffed at what he had said. “Wow…" I said sarcastically. "Should I say thank you for the compliment? Ha-ha,” I said cheekily.
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